The days passed by like running water, as if something happened, and it seemed like nothing happened.
Both of them knew about the future, but it didn't have much impact on their lives. How to live or how to live, the only change is that Qin Guanglin is trying his best to accumulate his family fortune. Vigorous and devoted to the family.
During the seven-day National Day holiday, they did not go on a trip, but stayed in Hecheng for a few days. From the beginning of this year, why not stay at home for the New Year - He's family is already her mother's family, and Qin Guanglin's small family is her own.
The winter of the 1898 year was extremely cold.
Before New Year's Day, Qin Guanglin had already put on long johns, sweaters, sweaters and wool trousers, and a thick down jacket.
"Should I grow a beard? It looks more mature."
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Qin Guanglin wiped it with a towel, put his hands on the sink and looked left and right, and asked why not.
His beard is not lush, and it is not particularly noticeable when he shaves once a week. After shaving last week and this weekend for exactly a week, there is only a fine layer of stubble on his chin.
He Wu had already finished washing, and was gnawing on a carrot. After taking two bites, seeing that Qin Guanglin had finished, he handed the missing piece of carrot to him—she just liked to taste it and get some vitamins by the way.
"Prick your face, why keep it?"
"Zaza got used to it... Will I grow a beard in the future?" Qin Guanglin asked while chewing carrots.
It's actually nice to have a prophet around, and curiosity can be greatly satisfied.
"Leave it for a while, and then your daughter thinks it's too tight, so you shave it off."
Why not wrinkle your nose and complain: "If you have a daughter, you don't need a wife. If I dislike it, you can say that you will get used to it. If your daughter dislikes it, you... um..."
"Don't stay, just scrape."
Qin Guanglin slapped her hard, ran to the mirror and started shaving.
After a bit of work and tidying up her chin, why not have already picked up the small bag, holding his arm and going out together.
This weekend, I'm going to the old house to have dinner with Qin's mother. They stay at home until noon and get ready to go after eating something.
"Your mother may have a baby."
Sitting on the co-pilot and fastening the seat belt, why not suddenly reminded.
"Oh? In such a hurry?" Qin Guanglin was stunned for a moment, and he had only been married for half a year.
"You will be twenty-eight in two months, so it's not too urgent."
"Uh... don't worry, I'll take care of it."
Thinking about it, Qin Guanglin is indeed, he will be twenty-eight years old next year, and his daughter will be twenty-nine years old when he is born, which is already very late.
When his parents were his age, he was almost in primary school.
"What else will happen today?"
Reversing the car out of the community, driving towards Qin's house on Los Angeles Avenue, he asked casually again, as if he was a know-it-all.
"What happened to you today last year?" Why not ask back.
"I don't remember."
"yes."
"..."
Qin Guanglin smacked his lips, "That's not right, you remember giving birth to a child."
"I didn't say it would definitely happen, but it might be soon, probably in the near future."
"oh."
After parking the car at Beifei Road, the two of them wore couple hats with pompoms and thick scarves. Instead of going home immediately, they went to the vegetable market arm in arm.
I have lived here for several years, and I am very familiar with everything. Although I only come here occasionally on weekends in the past two years, the paving owner is very impressed with them. A young couple, a man and a woman, basically know each other in this area. , greeted them familiarly.
Walking in front of stalls one after another, why not look left and right, see the beef grocery store in front of you, point your finger, and suggest to Qin Guanglin: "Let's make beef soup, warm your body in the cold weather—or directly eat hot pot?"
"Beef Offal Hot Pot?"
"Okay... I can also make pork belly chicken, which one do you want to eat?"
"Well, I want to eat them all."
Qin Guanglin didn't eat enough at noon, and now he wants to order everything.
"Then the pork belly chicken, and then buy half a catty of beef offal, and put it in to cook after the chicken is finished."
Why not say that he has already walked to the stall, bought some main dishes, and sent Qin Guanglin to buy some green vegetables.
It's cold in Luocheng, and hot pot is very popular, but it's not like Bashu. Usually, you boil a pot of soup and add vegetables to it. You can add whatever you want, and you mainly eat it with seasoning.
Pork belly chicken, beef offal hot pot, etc. as He Wu said, are rarely eaten, mainly because they are troublesome to prepare, so she likes to think about the food.
Not long after, the two walked out of the vegetable market with two bags full of vegetables, chatting and laughing in the cold mist, and came to the Laopan convenience store. Why not pass the vegetables in your hand to Qin Guanglin, and go in to buy some hot pot supplies.
"Brother Lin."
The little chubby dun'er is no longer the little guy who followed him with a runny nose and fart a few years ago. In the past few years, he has grown rapidly, and he has become more sensible. It has been half a year since I met him when we got married, and he looks taller again. a little bit.
I haven't seen him much for half a year, and he is still a little cautious. He didn't aim at Qin Guanglin with a human cannon like before, but just greeted Qin Guanglin honestly.
"Hey, come here and stand closer, this posture... I will catch up with me in two years." Qin Guanglin compared his heads and was a little surprised.
Who would have thought that this fat man would not develop horizontally, but instead grow vertically, a lot of fat on his face has disappeared, and he has a faintly handsome silhouette.
Little Pang Duner scratched his head and laughed, "Eat a lot."
"Well, people are angry because they don't eat, and you are angry because they eat two more bowls."
Qin Guanglin clicked his tongue, why not come out of the convenience store later, "What about yourself?"
"..."
It's not just chubby dun'er who can eat, Qin Guanglin is also very good at eating.
The chubby dun'er didn't know how beautiful Lin Ge's daughter-in-law was, and he opened his mouth and didn't know what to call her.
"It's Mrs. He." Qin Guanglin didn't even need to guess what the chubby man was struggling with.
When he was at this age, he was also so inarticulate.
"Sister He!"
"Um."
"Let's play." Qin Guanglin saw a row of four or five friends squatting in the corner, greeted him, and prepared to go back with He Wei.
"Brother Lin, I..." the chubby dun'er stood still and stammered.
"Huh? Anything else?"
Qin Guanglin stopped, saw him bow his head, and couldn't help laughing, "What the fuck, just speak up."
"I want to learn to draw... Either you teach me by hand, or..." Little Pang Duner scratched his head, "I don't know how to start, I want Brother Lin to take me."
"That's it? Okay, I'm not here often, you add me on WeChat... Do you have WeChat?" Qin Guanglin saw a row of children who were about the same age as Xiaopang Duner in the corner, each holding a mobile phone, and said They also yelled 'Li Bai' and 'Push Tower' and the like, they are all together, and there should be one.
I don’t mind having cold hands in the winter, squatting in the corner with cold mist spraying from my mouth, staring at the screen of my phone intently... probably rubbing wifi.
The kids now are really different from him at that time. Back when he watched TV, he had to be sneaky. The most fun activity was bouncing glass balls on the ground with his friends. There are so many games to play.
"Yes, yes!" Little Pang Dun'er raised the mobile phone in his hand, and said slightly excitedly: "Brother Lin, I will scan you!"
"OK… "
Qin Guanglin handed the food to He Wu, took out his mobile phone with one free hand, added the wechat message of Xiaopangduner, and said: "If you don't understand the painting, you can find me, don't send voice, type it, too It’s so difficult that I can’t explain it... But you shouldn’t have any complicated problems, so if you want to learn, just study hard.”
"Thank you Brother Lin!"
The chubby dun'er listened and nodded, exchanged wechat messages, and didn't delay Qin Guanglin and He Hao's time, so he stepped back to thank him.
"Xiaojie! Come here quickly, this round will start soon!"
The little friend in the corner was shouting, Qin Guanglin smiled, "Go and play."
Turning around and going back home with He Wu, the little chubby Duner excitedly punched twice, looked at the direction of the door and hesitated, then went to squat with his friends again.
"Just hit it, I'm going to paint later."
Qin Ma took the dishes and helped tidy them up, and was helped by Qin Guanglin to rest in the living room, and then he and He Wu nestled in the kitchen, washing and chopping vegetables, and casually asked: "That fat man just now... Has he finished his studies?"
"You're half an apprentice."
Why not see Qin Guanglin looking over in surprise, couldn't help smiling, raised his head to recall carefully, and thought: "I remember you mentioned to me that he repeated his studies for a year and was admitted to the University of Los Angeles, also studying art."
"It's time to leave."
Qin Guanglin was really surprised. Los Angeles University didn't pass the exam just by thinking about it. It's enough to brag about it.
"Art depends on luck. If you become famous later on, his half-disciple will follow suit. Otherwise, both of you are poor painters."
"Well, I'm poor at painting."
Qin Guanglin chuckled, "Come and kiss me."
"Your mother is watching."
"She's watching TV, so she doesn't have time to watch us."
"I'm really looking at it, take a look."
Why not pout seriously towards the living room, and quickly pecked Qin Guanglin on the cheek when he turned his head to look.
"...something bit me just now." Qin Guanglin said.
"No, illusion."
The two stood calmly in front of the kitchen counter, one was washing and chopping vegetables, and the other was preparing hot pot ingredients. Usually, a family dinner was prepared while talking and laughing.
"Dinner is ready, Mom, wash your hands and prepare to eat."
(end of this chapter)